Just Another Dream Journal

I laid back down at around 11 and woke at 1:30 to stupid Zones 1 and 4 blasting in my ear. I turned off the monitor but now I'm up. I still feel like puking, but I have to run to the store as in right now.
So, I thought I'd write down some keywords in hopes of helping me recall my dreams when I get back.

Dead puppy; nursing mom who was here but not here; exodus; damn building and hearing a large potato ; CPS; penny in door which served as temporary key; jail; granny's house: rotting fruit, wooden sword, a marble knickknack (lighthouse ?), pizza, kids playing.

I had a hard time remember that much. There's almost no hope I'll remember what it all means when I get back lol But I'll try.

I feel like poo. No, actually, I feel like I'm pregnant and having morning sickness. Pregnancy isn't possible though, lol, so I probably have the flu.
I went to sleep at around midnight and woke on my own at 6AM There's a HORRIBLE kink in my neck. I need to remember to pump my mattress up some today. I should also pack away the stupid pillows. I'm beginning to remember why I've never before used the things for some 36 years

I only recall fragments, but my dreams were pretty epic.
I recall being on an island. In hindsight, it was shaped an awful lot like the moon (which I watched before going to bed ) A woman lived there who was some sort of unofficial Queen of the realm. She wasn't allowed to remarry though, so she was adopting some children (and puppies), for one to become her heir. Humorously, she was also a factory worker and she had to hurry off before she was late.

There were untold riches hidden on the island- which is how we met (and how the dream actually began- I always seem to remember my dreams out of order). Her guards were gauging my worth and at one time, sent me away. But I had one of my men-at-arms follow him through the rain into some sort of tunnel (a throughway) which was filling with water. They were all riding horses and I was struck by how the water looked as it lapped the horses flanks. (I became my man-at-arms, temporarily, when he left "my" side). The speech was spectacular and I wish I recall it. In any case, the troop came back to me and I was accepted as one of them.

I had adopted a daughter at some point. The Queen was interested in having her join the royal family. I was talking to the Queen, singing the praises of my daughter from before I adopted her at the age of 4.
The dream had a flashback of seeing the child playing on the ocean. She was writing in the sand "DJ" so that's what I named her (though I SAW "Denverway" on the birth certificate).

There's a lot more to the dreams, but I'm having a hard time with recall because I think I"m about to be sick

Went back to bed at 10AM, slept till noon.

I remember dreaming about my birds. I was cleaning their cage and adding things to it, like a fan on the bottom. My birds were on the floor, and they walked to a blanket that was draped on the floor. Then my kids came into my room and left the bathroom door open. Scroungie came in but I forgot about the cat for a moment and when I remembered I freaked out, looking for him. I finally found the cat, hidden under the blanket as well. The birds were fine.
I went to put my cockateils back in their cage, but it fell apart.

>>I had that dream because I cleaned out my birds cage last night before bed. I changed the location of a shelf/box on my wall outside the cage but Vlashki (the male) doesn't seem to like the change.

I dreamed something about walking, about going to some class and walking from WV to California in 3 weeks. There was something about a killer, but I've forgotten.

I went to sleep at around midnight and woke for the last time at 6:30AM.
I didn't sleep well. I sweat a lot, then froze, then sweat lol. THen I laid on my ear too long and woke up in agony (why the heck does the happen? I'm the only person I know who has ever had that complaint!) It's the outside of my ear that always hurts. Then I finally woke up thinking one of the dogs was crying, but it was just my nose whistling lol

I don't recall too much of my dreams.
What I remember most is of being with my parents. They didn't want me hanging out with someone, so I was sneaking, but then I'd be gone too long and get yelled at. I walked a lot in the dream. One house I went to sold trinkets and mystery packages (like gaming cards) that had sexy stickers and whatnot inside them.
One of my kids came along and tore up the place so I was kicked out.
At some point, I was at an outside wedding. It was at a beach and I found some nice rocks on a beach. When I tried picking up a piece that was green but looked like tigers eye, someone else grabbed it.
Then, on Oriental boy of about 4 ran to a woman holding his crotch because he had to pee
I was with hubby and we followed the boy and his nurse inside. Hubby wanted a drink. The first place was off limits so we went to the next door.

That's all I recall.

>>I dreamed of my parents because I spoke with them before going to sleep. I dreamed of sneaking off to see someone because I snuck off to see someone last night, close to bed time (hubby's uncomfortable with me having friends, but someone we gave two puppies to had to give them back to us for awhile, so when I went to pick them up we chatted for a few minutes, then I worried hubby would be all grumbly wondering what took me so long to get a soda )

Don't know what the bit about the trinkets or rock meant. If I remembered more of the dream, it would help.

The fact that the boy was Oriental came from a conversation I had with my oldest son. I LOVE playing FaceBook Zuma. One of my "friends" scores over a million whereas I've only reached 1 m once! My son was picking on me, calling me a looser because I couldn't beat her, so I shrugged my shoulders and said "She's Oriental". My son was SUPER shocked because I never say such things and he said: "MOM! Now you're starting to sound like Myles" (my 16 yo who is sadly and strangely prejudice/sexist/racist/etc) So I said "What? Orientals rule at everything. She's just naturally better than me." Son then said, "Yeah, Americans naturally suck at everything."
The fact the boy was holding himself probably indicated I had to pee

That's it.

I slept for about 4 hours. I woke several times with a pounding pulse and scared out of my mind. Don't recall why though.
I always fell right back to sleep though. I woke a few times to "Zone 1... zone 4". I remember the alarms integrated themselves into my dreams, but I don't recall how.
I do recall one dream where I was trying to get $500. from hubby but I kept missing him.
That dream resulted from my wanting to get the money from hubby before 3PM but he was out all day looking for lawyers.

That's it, unfortunately.

I managed to actually stay awake for 8 hours before taking 50 mg Seroquel and falling asleep.

When I first fell asleep this afternoon I was dreaming that my 16 yo son was having an affair with a 4th grade teacher. I was very angry with her and was about to have her arrested. Alarms were going off "zone 1... zone 1..." but what woke me was my computer ringing VERY faintly as my hubby called.
The dog was loose and was setting off the perimeter alarm, but I was so out of it, it didn't wake me, though the monitor for the alarm was turned up and right beside my head
The volume on the computer was turned WAY down, but it woke me when hubby called asking what was setting off the alarm
My 16 yo son told me then the dog had gotten loose. When I told him my dream, he cursed me and asked why he couldn't have dreams like that

My stomach hurt a great deal, so I went back to bed.
I fell right back to sleep and didn't wake again until 2:30AM.
All I can recall from those dreams is being shot, having a large wound on my stomach and right leg. The leg was worse and had buckshot throughout it. I wanted to tell someone, but I had been threatened to keep my mouth shut.
I had to go to school (college) and I kept trying to hide the wounds. I was choosing my courses and decided to take weaving even though crocheting would have been better.

There was something about the layered world again and pictures. I had taken some pictures for a friend of one of my daughters. They wondered when they were going to get their money and I was very annoyed. Each picture took $3.00 to develop and I wondered why I was giving the person money for my work.

That's it.

After my last entry, I took 400 mg Caffeine, went to the store, came home and spoke to hubby on the phone for an hour, and then I fell... YEP... and then I fell right back to sleep.
For awhile, I kept waking up every few minutes and then drifting back out.

THe dream I had was a strange one. The only DC who was a real person was my Uncle Troy.
At first, I was gathering ingredients for making pizza. A local Food Lion was giving away free food samples if you had a store card, so I kept going there. I told friends and relatives about the deal, so they started showing up.
The dream somehow became my FB game City of WOnder and it was oddly and literally a layered world.
It's hard to recall the beginning part of the dream. I was gathering supplies and buying and selling things with my neighbors. I was fortifying and upgrading troops. At some point, I was climbing a wall with another person or 2 (?) and we went forward in time. All I recall is seeing a dragon on one level and warriors battling one another. I couldn't access one area, so I looked for some way down. Behind the wall were rungs and at one spot, a tunneled type section going down. I went through it and was blasted by fire. I lost a bunch of hit points lol then braced between sections which were cemented as another blast came.
I eventually made it out and back to the "real world" where I continued gathering ingredients for some pizza.
I went to family members but a few of them shunned me because of my children. This real world was layered as well and also like some huge trailer park. My Uncles children were mean to mine, so he sent them to sit in the car. But his wife treated me meanly even though I made cookies for her younger children.
Alcohol came into play somehow, but I no longer remember.

I woke up, went to the restroom, and as I type this, I can barely keep my eyes open. The feeling that I am trapped in a dream is as strong as ever. Maybe I'm finally having an emotional/mental breakdown or something lol
At any rate, most of the last dream was inspired by playing City of Wonder right before I fell to sleep. There's a new Workshop building that allows you to gather supplies from your neighbors to create "unique" buildings.
I think I may leave and walk around Wal-mart for an hour or so, so I can be sure to be awake to wake my kids up for school. If I stay home I'm just going to go right back to sleep.
How the hell is it possible to sleep as much I have been and yet still be SO tired?

Blah. I went right back to sleep after my last entry and I just woke up.

I dreamed I was at a large club. Anyone could dance on a pole if they paid the boss $4.00 But when I tried I couldn't get a movie to exit and my song "It Can't Rain all the Time" to load. Then some kids showed up and got to play on the pole and I was kind of hacked off because I really wanted to use it.
I was wearing some sort of old gown and the whole atmosphere was 1800-something.
Someone went missing and I tried to help search for them.
A friend had recently given birth and the baby was adorable (but much too small). She asked when I was going to have another kid and I said it was bound to be soon.
Then I went to the restroom and stayed there for 2 hours. There was a little girl with her mom in the bathroom. She kept trying to put on blush. I put on some foundation and other makeup but it wouldn't spread correctly and I kept trying to wipe and wash it off. When I came out, hubby was waiting and severely ticked.
Then the dream changed and my kids came into my room and were standing near my bed. They said the ran into my hubby who was worried I was sleeping so much, so he was coming over to check on me, just to make sure I was alright.
My house is dirty and I do everything to keep hubby in his house, so I woke right up lol

Now I need to go to the store.

I am sleeping incredibly too much. I took 50 mg Seroquel and 200 mg Caffeine before going before the Magistrate at 10:15 this morning.
When I got home at around 11:30 I was so stinking sleepy that I took another 200 mg Caffeine. By 12:30, I gave up and laid back down. I fell asleep right away.

My dreams started off sort of strange. I was in some sort of large garage/house, though I left several times with my ex-hubby. I was assembling a video game and was looking for pictures from nature to integrate. A lot of the images came from clouds, but I traveled islands of the world which looked more fantasy than real and I found many clues about my quest.

I was assembling all the data at the garage/house. Downstairs, some man was reclining in a chair with his head out a window. He seemed annoyed, at first, by my ex and I talking. THen 5 pitbulls got loose. They were being kept somewhere downstairs by the owner, bt a door had been left open. Ex, guy and I tried rounding them all up to put back. I was afraid of them at first, but they were giant pussycats.
The guy said he had to leave soon because the dogs were setting off his allergies. Then he wondered aloud why his own dog doesn't both him.
In some wide, open area a guy was laying down holding layers upon layers of wood paneling above his chest. The dogs were under the wood, surrounding him, laying down with him, but the weight was too much and his grip kept slipping. I thought they'd all be squashed.

Then the dream changed somewhat and as I was assembling the game (or whatever it was), I found a webpage by my 15 yo daughter. Strangers were concerned and told me to get ahold of her regarding some of the info she posted.
But then I was beside her. We spoke about her goals and she wanted to work at some particular restaurant. At first I was against it and I told her she would never be hired because she's too young to serve alcohol. But then our roles were reversed and I explained her age didn't matter because the company could have another person sell such beverages. Then I tried explaining I wouldn't be able to visit her because my license was suspended.

At some point, I was in a tunnel and a great crowd was passing. At the end, I noticed some in the crowd were holding up a coffin. THen I noticed a suspicious character and right before a bomb went off two officers shielded my ex and I.

I woke up to my phone ringing. My 15 yo was calling me I had to repeat everything I had told her in the dream lol.
My license HAS been suspended since January for failure to pay Court Fines.

I've been awake now for almost an hour and I'm still so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open. WTH? It's been like this for a couple of days now. I feel like I'm still dreaming- in fact, it feels like I'm stuck in a dream that I need to fall asleep in, in order to wake up. The world goes so slowly. I just cannot keep my eyes open.
It's actually pretty freaky.

I laid down after a bath some time after midnight and I woke (grudgingly) at 2:25AM. I slept at a bad angle with the lights on.

They were all horrible, horrible dreams.
Rabbits was the main theme as was delinquent behavior from my children.

I was living in a large house. I decided to reclaim one part of it for myself because the kids had thoroughly destroyed it and they had too much access to come and go as they pleased. The area was almost square shaped, but divided into 4 sections. At the bottom of the square was one bedroom. My 15 yo daughter was hanging out with a much older guy (19-22 or so). Every time I tried asking questions, he acted grossed out, as if I was hitting on him. That bottom room was my daughters.
Above it, to the left, was a door to the outside and a stairway to the attic. To the right was another room, though small. At the top of the square was another bedroom- unclaimed and used as storage for the most part.

The dream began as drama from my daughter. She wanted me (expected me) to drive her here and there, but I told her she HAD to get back to the shelter NOW or else she'd get into even more trouble. It dragged out for awhile, as I was trying to clean messes and piece together broken furniture and torn papers.
Then I go back to the room that was actually mine and looked like mine IRL. At some point, I acquired 4 or so rabbits. I kept yelling at my kids and scurrying after them to close all the doors and windows so the cats and dogs wouldn't eat the rabbits. I was late a couple of times. A larger bunny laid in halves at the entrance to the door. The cats started the job but the dogs were trying to finish it off. The rabbit was reddish colored with the sweetest disposition. There was nothing we could do for it, so my oldest son carried it outside so the animals could finish their meal and the rabbit wouldn't have died in vain.
But when I got back to the room, Brooklynn (dog) had a teensy bunny in her mouth. I wrestled with her and eventually pried her jaws open, but not before I heard a very loud crunch as the babies skull was penetrated.

At that point, I left. I laid the baby with its family and started changing rooms again. My oldest son said he thought the bunny would be okay, but it sat up at one time and blood gushed everywhere.
I was enraged and very sad.
I grab the rabbits container and carry it to the new room. 15 year old daughters guy friend had to make a phone call. There was a devise on the wall- like a network box for computer cables with a little plastic applicator that looked like large tweezers, which he was using to place the call.
While he did that, I transfered the rabbits into 2 larger containers, but later realized the containers were full of water. I dumped them and the rabbits poured out. I quickly tried to gather them, but the littlest one (with her head chewed) was absolutely nowhere to be found. I focused on the others. They then resembled stick figured dolls with absurdly long feet and legs which could twist around each other.
I did infant CPR on a couple of them then put them up to my ear to listen for breath sounds. They were going to live.
The cats and dogs kept breaching the perimeter and I was majorly stressed, trying to figure out how to keep them out. One of the main doors was broken, so I tried coming up with a way to jamb it shut.
I became increasingly enraged as I took in the extent of the damage. Many things were broken beyond recognition and almost all of it was my stuff- useful items as well as keepsakes from my past (not IRL though)

I was griping about everything my kids were doing, I hated the other animals and eventually, I woke up in pain over my neck.

Two other dreams occurred alongside the above. In one, people were getting in trouble for stealing electricity. They'd be in power wheelchairs or other electric-powered vehicle. They'd approach people and ask for just a little electricity to help them get home. But it was some sort of scam and the government was getting hard on the thieves. I thought the law was silly because so long as I paid for the power, what did it matter where the power went.

In the other side dream, someone was murdered in the large house and I was tracking the killer down. I found a mattress and when I moved it, it fell apart from underneath. One of my kids had started a fire and used the mattress to drown the fire.


That's all I can remember at this point. Some aspects were triggered by movies I watched throughout the day as well as an annoying phone call I received from my 15 yo daughter while shopping earlier this evening.

My children tick me the hell off so flipping bad. 'A woman I babysit for just offered to let me move in' (says my 14 yo daughter) 'Just think about it. At least then I'd go to school.'
WTF?! Here or there, what the hell makes the difference. She needs to get her ass to school either way.

Anyhow... I slept from 5:30-7 and my anger was very apparent in my dreams. I woke up (was probably SP) because I had a STRONG demonic presence that was very oppressive in its strength and persistence. The dream was the same old lame one, but with an angry twist. I was trying to find all these goods to market but stuff kept getting in the way. I was the young boy again in the dream.
I wish I could recall more, but hubby woke me up by ringing my computer. I picked up my allowance then drove to Goodwill half asleep. The dream quickly faded from mind.

At around noon, I decided to take a hot bath and sleep for awhile. My daughter lost the bathtub stopper, so I stuffed a bandanna in the drain.
I fell right to sleep, woke up, turned the water off, went back to sleep. I woke almost an hour later with my hands painfully pruned lol
Then I had a minor temper tantrum because I didn't have any hot water in the tank, my bath was half empty and I wanted to go back to sleep for awhile.
God only knows why though.
I fell right back into the same lame dreams I had last night.

I spent the majority of the dream harvesting trees and crops, but then I became a kid and was being taught the trade by an adult (?) I was a young boy.
That's all I really remember, except the interesting thing is I woke up with 2 names fixed in my brain: Anika Anicia.
I googled them and Anika means "sweet faced" and is Hausa (West African) in origin.

I've had no success with Anicia (uh-knee-see-uh).

I watched an intensely "scary" and gross movie before going to sleep last night. I thought, for sure, I would have some awesome dreams because of it. Nope. The dreams were all lame. They were so lame, in fact, I kept waking up telling myself how much they sucked "lol:
I have forgotten most of the dreams as a result.

I was farming throughout a lot of the dreams- harvesting trees and plants. The whole world was walled in (inspired by "Monsters"). There was some drama about obtaining seeds and selling the goods, but it wasn't memorable.
In a side dream, I watched a video of my husband kicking something as part of a contest when he was younger. After the contest, he removed his shoes and the arch of his foot looked like the foot of a corpse. He later said he had a bad reaction to some green bean juice he spilled on his feet


I took no Seroquel last night/yesterday. I actually slept pretty restfully though I woke frequently because my dreams sucked and because I kept getting too hot.

The dreams were inspired, mostly, by my Facebook Games addiction. I harvested my Farmville AND my Fantasy Kingdoms right before going to bed.

I don't know when I went to bed. I took 50 mg Seroquel and crashed quickly and early.
I slept almost completely soundly throughout the night.

I had a lot of dreams that *should* have been emotional, but they weren't.
In one dream, I fought off hordes of what appeared to be zombies- only they were alive and very fast. I needed to be in their town for some sort of cure that was found in "animals" near a beach. Once I made it to the beach- with reluctant help from some guy, I had to cut the living critters open. I needed a womb, an embryo and a couple different sugars. I killed 2 but couldn't find the sugars (which looked like pills lol). I knew I should've been sad, but I was just angry.

In another dream, I was some random female DC and my father was suicidal. I went on some sort of journey and literally had to put my house in order before I left. I didn't want him going through old boxes even though he was a scientist and needed them for his research.

At some point, in some dream, I had to turn on water (Thanks "Rango"). It was originally a cactus that looked like a statue of a man. One time I scaled it and got thorns stuck throughout me. Another time, I was happy to see all the needles had been removed.
My old JW friends, Rox and Zac were my neighbors. I was trying to clean my yard because I kept my rabbit out there. I don't remember much about this dream, but this was one which should have been emotional. A kid was kidnapped (?) and had to go through lots of trials and tests. I tried to help him escape back to family, but his kidnappers were too influential.

There was also some dream where my oldest son was being emotionally mistreated. He saw a girl eating spaghetti and told her she had a strand hanging down. She called him a fat pig and said she wanted nothing to do with him. Someone was arguing about how fattening milk ISN'T and I butt it to tell them otherwise. I explained how my oldest son never drank soda or tea while growing up. He didn't have junk food. He became obese simply because of drinking too much milk (none of which is true in real life lol).
Then, some boy was using my youngest daughter. He was giving her a hamster if she went along with what he said (?) but in the end she couldn't do it. He gave some riddle: "What does 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3... mean?" People laughed at him (?) and said they wanted to choose 9,9 (which wasn't an option). The answer was "the days of the week".

At some point, I had to wrestle creatures for some sort of artifact. I ripped a monocle off a dog while stabbing it in the neck. The dog was confused and saddened by the treatment. I knew I should be sad, but I was numb. As I hurried in trying to finish the creature, his mate returned from her rounds of the property. We wrestled and struggled for her blade and then I woke up.

My anger hasn't dissipated any. I woke up feeling rage threaten to surface.
I'm seriously getting on my own last nerve.

After I wrote my last entry I fell back to sleep and didn't wake up until 3:30! I couldn't believe how late it was.
Hubby called as I was putting my night shirt on (I sleep nude). I arranged to pick up $50. then I left right away. Which sucks because I had an awesomely epic dream.

All I really recall of it was creatures and watery passages. I watched a show called Primal yesterday that featured caves and a watery passage. And before I went to sleep, I started watching a show called Monsters that had octopus looking aliens floating in the sky.
Both those movies appeared in the dream in one fashion or another.

Toward the end of the dream, I was trying to catch smaller alien creatures. Sometimes they looked like fish, other times they were furry-ish. I was capturing them with my ex-husband.
There was a baby in the dream at some point. I was teaching it about the history of the family and showing it how to swim from one passage to another. Opening certain latches would cause water pressure to build in other areas. There was a feud going on over one of the houses connected by the passages.

I really wish I had taken the time to record these.
Oh well...